Between his news despatches, when he was not singing the praises of
his fellow-countrymen, or copying lists of their killed and
wounded, he wrote to Miss Armitage. His letters were scrawled on
yellow copy paper and consisted of repetitions of the three words,
"I love you," rearranged, illuminated, and intensified.

Each letter began much in the same way. "The war is still going
on. You can read about it in the papers. What I want you to know
is that I love you as no man ever--" And so on for many pages.

From her only one of the letters she wrote reached him. It was
picked up in the sand at Siboney after the medical corps, in an
effort to wipe out the yellow-fever, had set fire to the post-
office tent.

She had written it some weeks before from her summer home at
Newport, and in it she said: "When you went to the front, I thought
no woman could love more than I did then. But, now I know. At
least I know one girl who can. She cannot write it. She can never
tell y